In my Christian war against my flesh,there have been surrenders, defeats, retreats, and great victories. Since my justification, I hAve been greatly sanctified in many areas, and yet there are still ditches. Sometimes I fall into them, and sometimes I walk towards them. The bout between my bisexual past and my redeemed present sometimes sees me giving way to thoughts of old deeds and sometimesa looking back(not to engage in homsexual activity) but the memories of yesteryear. Reminiscing on a zombie causes a hurt to the new man. That old man has died but sometimes he is not put to rest. He rears his head and areas I thought had been overcame become present struggles. Yet I know by fruit born that I am certainly made a new. Walking in that reality by submitting to the Spirit is what I must do. I must be aggressive engaging in active war against the old man. Passivity is death.